How much longer?
How much longer can I go on doing basically nothing at work? Some people that know my situation, may think it is a good thing, others, specifically people in my field, know how boring it can get. Personally, this situation is a catch 22, but oh well. I think it is a good catch 22. However, it sucks. I'd rather watch corn grow (not grass, because I can at least eat corn, and I know I'll like it if I can get a portable grill and some butter). So, we had another 'meeting' today to discuss everything, and it is mind-blowing how furious people get. If you are that upset and complain about being here and even say, "I'd rather just leave than to be stuck in this job for 18 months," well, leave. GO. NOW. Personally, I could care less. It will be an easy transition with a reward at the end. However, how long can I go on doing actual work 3 days a month? It is a tough question to answer.
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Hete is my conversation with the real estate agent who left a message saying he was to show our apartment this afternoon. I called back to tell him to make sure the cat stays inside.
-ring and introductions take place-
Mark (the agent): Well, I talked to your other roommate and he said he had a meeting so I will show it tomorrow instead.
Gregg: Uh, that is odd, did you tell him you had a key and could get in?
Mark: Yes.
Gregg: Sorry about that, you can go today if you'd like, he is kind of not the smartest person and doesn't know how the real world works (at this point, I could care less how I portray this dipshit).
Mark: That's ok. He seemed out of it and asked a lot of questions. I can just go tomorrow.
Gregg: Ok, no problem. Sorry about that
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I mean, does he not know how the rent process works now? Could that be true? Does he think he NEEDS to home? I would rather be out when they show the place. What, does he want to show off his TV? Moron. I really hate this kid and cannot wait to get out of that place.
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Hete is my conversation with the real estate agent who left a message saying he was to show our apartment this afternoon. I called back to tell him to make sure the cat stays inside.
-ring and introductions take place-
Mark (the agent): Well, I talked to your other roommate and he said he had a meeting so I will show it tomorrow instead.
Gregg: Uh, that is odd, did you tell him you had a key and could get in?
Mark: Yes.
Gregg: Sorry about that, you can go today if you'd like, he is kind of not the smartest person and doesn't know how the real world works (at this point, I could care less how I portray this dipshit).
Mark: That's ok. He seemed out of it and asked a lot of questions. I can just go tomorrow.
Gregg: Ok, no problem. Sorry about that
-end-
I mean, does he not know how the rent process works now? Could that be true? Does he think he NEEDS to home? I would rather be out when they show the place. What, does he want to show off his TV? Moron. I really hate this kid and cannot wait to get out of that place.
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posted by Vandelay Industries @ 12:30 PM
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